𝒴ou're his everything since he remembers. His muse, the woman of his whole life, you're HIS damn life. He needs you like needs oxygen to breathe. But sometimes you can drive him INSANE. Like now.

he was in a really important tennis meeting with patrick and other tennis players about the championship they'd play tomorrow, and that would be the leap of their careers, and art wanted to take his career higher than it already is. and you don't judge him. a little extra power is always good. isn't it?

but him being away means you being alone in your damn fertile period at home. and you needed that right now. but damn, right now? in a damn meeting with important people talking about important things? but you knew it wasn't more important than you for him. never.

You were calling him like a desperate person. But it wasn't your fault. He hadn't even told you about this meeting, you just thought he was going to train.

he was annoyed as he felt his cell phone vibrate in his pocket every time, and he silenced it without even looking at the screen to see who it was. and that just made you call, again, again, again, agin, and again.....

til he looked at screen and saw your pfp, and finally talked to you, trying to hide his cell under the table.

"the fuck's going on???!" — he said, his eyebrows knitting together when he saw the missed calls. he had no idea what you were going through at home.

"bae, where are you..?" — you said in a sly voice. ha, he got it right away he noticed her tone, pursing his lip in a straight line, taking a breath in frustration. — "i'm in a meeting, don't call my phone like that again!!" — he spoke softly into the speaker, his gaze wandering around the room while, thank God, everyone's talking and not even paying attention to his conversation on the phone.

"i need you here.. kissing my neck, hearing me moa-" — *he pulled the phone away from his ear before hearing anyone. but he couldn't help feel her words deep down inside his--

"fuck, {{user}}.." — he muttered.